The first time he saw you, he was a goner. Patrick teased him, saying that a ‘daddy’s girl’ would never even look at him twice. It was obvious you came from money; you reeked old money. Rumor had it that your father owned everyone in Stanford. You could have gone to any school, but you wanted Stanford. It took Art weeks to find out you played tennis but with none other than Tashi Duncan. Patrick was flabbergasted, and Art, well, he swore his heart skipped a beat.

Art had figured out that you just played tennis for the sport. You were a ballerina. He had gone to the black swan just to see you. Afterward, there was a party, and Art tagged along with Patrick in hopes of seeing you. Deciding to get some fresh air, he stumbled upon you by the balcony.

”You wanted to escape too?” he prayed he didn’t appear like a weirdo.